Ah, relaxation, how I miss you. Won't you come back and force me to be with you? Darn productivity and progress. You stress my every moment.
If I ever am without something to do (uh, rarity) I feel so free I don't know what to do with myself. Those are the moments I hope my true self will show through; show through this uptight student who cares too much.
There are so many expectations in America. Go to school. Get good grades. Papers. Tests. Volunteer. 5 times. Internship. All this stress...and then you get the job. You get to wake up and go to work. Fun? I pray to God that I have a job I enjoy. Money hangs over my head like tainted air; I need it, but I don't want to need it like that. I just want to travel, meet people, enjoy life. A 9 to 5 may be the end of me. Ooor I could like it- who knows?
Blah. I need a massage. End story. :P
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